The Groove Lyrical Exercise by Bobby Grand Lyrics
Intro -
Hands up!
Lighters in the sky
You’re under The Glass Ceiling
Break through that bitch
Superman feeling
Yea
Its groovy!
I don’t know if yall caught on yet
I like that groovy shit
You’re welcome!
Verse 1 -
Look!
Bobby James
Yea, thats my name
King what I claim
See me what you ain’t
Can’t, won’t ever do
Lyrical exercise by surprise
Some say they never knew!
About this raw talent kicking out these speakers!
Got “Hood Scholar”
& Now the whole Bay speaking up
Giving suggestions
But I don’t need em though
Keep a yes-man from round me
SoI don’t need the know
Get it? I don’t need the no
My career is like dopeheads’ addiction
Cause it need the blow
& yours is desert dry. It need a Hoe
Cause ain’t nobody giving a fuck
About the rhymes you kick
Them borrowed kicks & rented Benz
& them associates that you call friends
Jealous, of how I live my life
ITS A MOOVIE!
But you can do it to, just keep it groovy
Hook -
Cause its a groove
So keep it groovy
It’s just a groove
So keep it groovy
Verse 2 -
Uh! I’m just showing off
Alarm clock flow, I’m just going off
This here knock like visitors of my residence
Your music hated like the 43rd president
Shall I keep going?
Straight punch lines
Yall must need a moment
Grab a Twix, crunch time
Must think I’m Flipmode, how I Bus Rhymes
50 Cents cousin, I just buss dimes
Future big dog, yall just poodles
Filet mignon to you Top Ramen Noodles
Chill on the beef flavor
Ya breathe smell like boo-boo
That’s why your girl with me now
Told me to tell you toodles
Said you got bars
I just want you to prove it
That’s why you in the background
Elevator music
I don’t give a Flocka
“O Let's Do It”
Sike
I don’t battle rap
L7 Movement
Hook
Bridge -
Let me stop playing wit y'all
Watch out
Im finna get em
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Verse 3 -
I ain’t got time for playing no games
I’m tryna get it like it’s right there
I can feel it
Fresh Prince out this bitch
Ima Will it
Got my gun, time to hunt
Ima kill it
This The Glass Ceiling
But I feel a breakthrough coming
A hunnid miles and running
But it’s looking like a couple of blocks
I’m on the clock like an NBA Draft
#1 pick! I’m sick
And the cash is bonus
Kinda like Udonis to the Heat
Finna bring backpack-rap back to The Bay
Niggas better bow til they head hit they feet!
Skeet-skeet
I was told to fuck the world, no condom
But i'm buying some
False accusations in conversation
Saying that you better than me?
Stop lyin son
& they saying I'm a ass now
Cause I gotta a charging rate
And it’s flat now
Got em crying like the horns in the background
Don’t just do songs
You gotta ask now
Daaaammmn
I know Im a trip right?
A lot of yall tend to forget
Short time memories
But time is money
Im counting every tick!
Hands up!
Lighters in the sky
You’re under The Glass Ceiling
Break through that bitch
Superman feeling
Yea
Its groovy!
I don’t know if yall caught on yet
I like that groovy shit
You’re welcome!
Verse 1 -
Look!
Bobby James
Yea, thats my name
King what I claim
See me what you ain’t
Can’t, won’t ever do
Lyrical exercise by surprise
Some say they never knew!
About this raw talent kicking out these speakers!
Got “Hood Scholar”
& Now the whole Bay speaking up
Giving suggestions
But I don’t need em though
Keep a yes-man from round me
SoI don’t need the know
Get it? I don’t need the no
My career is like dopeheads’ addiction
Cause it need the blow
& yours is desert dry. It need a Hoe
Cause ain’t nobody giving a fuck
About the rhymes you kick
Them borrowed kicks & rented Benz
& them associates that you call friends
Jealous, of how I live my life
ITS A MOOVIE!
But you can do it to, just keep it groovy
Hook -
Cause its a groove
So keep it groovy
It’s just a groove
So keep it groovy
Verse 2 -
Uh! I’m just showing off
Alarm clock flow, I’m just going off
This here knock like visitors of my residence
Your music hated like the 43rd president
Shall I keep going?
Straight punch lines
Yall must need a moment
Grab a Twix, crunch time
Must think I’m Flipmode, how I Bus Rhymes
50 Cents cousin, I just buss dimes
Future big dog, yall just poodles
Filet mignon to you Top Ramen Noodles
Chill on the beef flavor
Ya breathe smell like boo-boo
That’s why your girl with me now
Told me to tell you toodles
Said you got bars
I just want you to prove it
That’s why you in the background
Elevator music
I don’t give a Flocka
“O Let's Do It”
Sike
I don’t battle rap
L7 Movement
Hook
Bridge -
Let me stop playing wit y'all
Watch out
Im finna get em
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Verse 3 -
I ain’t got time for playing no games
I’m tryna get it like it’s right there
I can feel it
Fresh Prince out this bitch
Ima Will it
Got my gun, time to hunt
Ima kill it
This The Glass Ceiling
But I feel a breakthrough coming
A hunnid miles and running
But it’s looking like a couple of blocks
I’m on the clock like an NBA Draft
#1 pick! I’m sick
And the cash is bonus
Kinda like Udonis to the Heat
Finna bring backpack-rap back to The Bay
Niggas better bow til they head hit they feet!
Skeet-skeet
I was told to fuck the world, no condom
But i'm buying some
False accusations in conversation
Saying that you better than me?
Stop lyin son
& they saying I'm a ass now
Cause I gotta a charging rate
And it’s flat now
Got em crying like the horns in the background
Don’t just do songs
You gotta ask now
Daaaammmn
I know Im a trip right?
A lot of yall tend to forget
Short time memories
But time is money
Im counting every tick!